The hoarfrost forest is pretty much in hand, I am reasonably satisfied with the composition and palette. The whole painting is about developing a tension between the complex, dare-I-say lacey, land and the simple opacity of the river. Now I am finding the white ice too flat, however; it needs dimensionality if I want to cast it as a bridge between land and water.
And there’s one large tree which insists on being given its due.
Thinking, thinking, thinking. But the sun is about to come out.